Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.